Page 248 of The First Time

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I shift onto my back and lift my arms.

He shifts onto the bed. His knees plant outside my thighs. His crotch presses against mine.

It's not enough.

I need more of him.

Blake reaches for my hands and ties a black rope around them. Then he ties the rope to the railing of the headboard.

He tests the strength of the knot. "Okay?"

I nod.

"What's the safeword?"

"Chess."

"Good."

He slides his jacket off his shoulders. Then the tie.

I shift back, testing my mobility. My legs are free. I can do whatever I want with them.

But my arms are in place.

I'm at his mercy.

It's equal parts scary and intoxicating.

I can't see him from this position, but I can feel him.

The warmth of his body. The weight of him shifting the bed. The sound of his breath.

Buttons undo. Then a zipper. Pants hit the ground.

He comes into view. One hand plants outside my shoulder. The other brushes hair behind my ear.

His eyes lock with mine.

It's sweet.

Caring.

Then his eyelids are pressing together and his lips are on mine.

He tastes so good.

Desire collects between my legs. He's been teasing me all day, offering this all day.

I need him to make good on his word.

I need him. Period.

His hands slide down my chest. His thumbs brush my nipples. Then he's dragging his hands lower.

Below my belly button.

His lips follow his hands' path.

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